An overaged boy of 39 has left the wing todayThe first time in his life he's made that stepBe numbed by the society and plagued by insecurityHe's entered in a race that must be wonOne of the animals has left its cage todayIn search of better things, so it seems to beBut in this land of polyurethane,things are apt to get a bit hot

As the toys go winding down

C.G. The Mexican is a friend of mineWe used to sit around the house watching Evil DeadTalking about the way it used to beSkit dat daddle dee deeWe used to pull the strippers out of San Pablo BayNow the delta waters go down So. Cal.And the strippers start to fade away